Once a year, the gift that keeps on giving shows up at my door.
In 2014, it appeared last night right around 10pm EST.
The Philadelphia Flyers saw their season come to an end.
There’s never a more glorious moment than the one that comes when the clock hits zero and the Flyers are either eliminated from the p0st-season or they simply aren’t good enough to make the playoffs and their annual efforts conclude when the regular season ends.
Last night was especially pleasurable, because the Flyers battled until the very end before falling to the New York Rangers, 2-1.
Some folks would rather see a blow-out, an embarrassment of riches like a 7-1 loss where the outcome was never in doubt and the final twenty minutes was nothing more than a 20-minute skate-of-shame.
I love the fact the Flyers were teased until the end. They threw everything they could at the Rangers and goalie Henrik Lundqvist, but none of it was good enough.
They couldn’t blame the refs or bad bounces or shoddy ice conditions. In fact, throughout the series, the Flyers acquitted themselves well against the Rangers. It was a hard fought series that went down to the final game — the final period, even — before the clock reached midnight and the Flyers turned into pumpkins.
In the end, the Flyers just weren’t good enough.
Somewhere this morning, Claude Giroux will wake up and look at his phone to check the team calendar of activities for May 1, 2014.
It will read: NO ACTIVITIES SCHEDULED
If that’s not a great morning, one simply doesn’t exist.
Oh, by the way, what do the Flyers and the designated hitter of the Chicago White Sox have in common?
Wait for it.
Here it comes.
They’re both Dunn.
(I’m here all week)